Fickle

A Villanelle about how..well...fickle love can be. =)

Love is such a fickle thing,
Always changing like the sea,

Unknown whether happiness or sadness it will bring.

It makes you want to cry, then to sing,
But it seems without it you can't be.
Love is such a fickle thing.

Will it be Winter; Will it be Spring?
You give your heart away carefully,
Unknown whether happiness or sadness it will bring.

You feel you're falling; you feel you're flying.
She wants him but he doesn't want she.
Love is such a fickle thing.

Seal the deal with a kiss and ring.
Love displayed for the world to see.
Unknown whether happiness or sadness it will bring.

Doesn't it always seem like you're searching
Through thousands of locks with a single key?
Love is such a fickle thing.
Unknown whether happiness or sadness it will bring.